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Kind People
In a shell
On a cliff
In the sea
nothing gives.
When the words
that you hear
describes you,
how you live.
They all care,
so they say-
How are you?
How's your day?
Well it sucks,
if I may-
since you asked
anyway.
It is kind, I suppose
that they "pray"
for my health.
I say "thank you" of course.
Should I pray for myself?
Maybe when one day
I wont wake up so bitter,
Or go to bed angry
because I've lost all my hair.
Maybe I'll pray
and it will go away quicker ,
Or it could disappear.
Why is that so unfair?
On a cliff
In the sea
nothing gives.
When the words
that you hear
describes you,
how you live.
They all care,
so they say-
How are you?
How's your day?
Well it sucks,
if I may-
since you asked
anyway.
It is kind, I suppose
that they "pray"
for my health.
I say "thank you" of course.
Should I pray for myself?
Maybe when one day
I wont wake up so bitter,
Or go to bed angry
because I've lost all my hair.
Maybe I'll pray
and it will go away quicker ,
Or it could disappear.
Why is that so unfair?
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